Yesterday I found a surprise on a bale of straw stacked in our old red flyer wagon. There was a clutch of eggs in a nest right in the center. Apparently a few of our girls/chickens found a new place to lay eggs.
I was wearing my apron when I found the eggs, so I just gathered them up in the folds and brought them inside.
The apron I wear most is dotted with stains. Each one is a remem-brance of time spent in the kitchen cooking for loved ones.
I was reminded of a heart-warming poem about aprons, and how much they’re used this time of year. Holiday cooking!
The poem focuses on times when aprons weren’t fashion statements, but necessities to everyday life.
Maybe you have an apron similar to Grandma’s apron. I hope you do, and I hope you treasure it.
Cranberries are integral to a Thanksgiving dinner, and baked candied cranberries are a given at our house. These cranberries bake up jewel-like. The tartness of the berries comes through just enough.
And as I always tell you during holidays, remember it’s not just about the food, but who sits in the chairs
Back in the day, Grandma's apron served more than just protection to clothing.
· It was used as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.
· Perfect for drying children's tears.
· From the chicken coop, the apron was used to carry eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.
· When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.
· When the weather was cold, grandma wrapped it around her arms.
· Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over a hot wood stove.
· Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.
· From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out hulls.
· In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples fallen from the trees.
· When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in seconds.
· When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out to the porch, waved her apron, and the men knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner